Reading a Mary Higgins Clark book is like slipping into an old, worn sweater.
I started reading Mary Higgins Clark books in grade school. I'm pretty sure it was 5th grade. Which, as the mom of a 10-year-old, baffles me a little. He has no interest in reading adult books yet, although I feel like there are definitely more compelling books being written for tweens and young adults these... Continue Reading →